The oppressive cloak of night clung to the ancient woods, amplifying the rustle of leaves and the hooting of owls.
Kier, stained with mud and exhaustion, finally came to a halt at a familiar clearing bathed in an eerie, moonlit glow. A wave of nausea washed over him at the haunting memories this place held.
"Could the night possibly become any worse?" he rasped, barely containing the growl that left his throat.
With a shudder that racked his entire body, Kier shifted. Human skin stretched taut over his muscles, his broad chest heaving with ragged breaths.
Alpha Randall, his midnight black hair plastered to his forehead with sweat, felt his heart hammering against his ribs.
He'd been running for what felt like an eternity, the taste of metallic fear clinging to his throat.
Escape f
